I moved half a block down the street into an old brownstone in Fort Greene...
Those french doors open up to nothing but a 5 ft drop into my neighbor's garden but on a warm day last week Lyssa and I pretended the living area was one big patio and it worked...kinda.
My good pal Jacob fixed up that kitchen table for me. It's the table my dad grew up eating breakfast and lunch at. Jacob did a great job!
The jury is still out on my Murphy Bed, buts its growing on me everyday
House warming festivity invitations to come shortly!!